18. Raven
I hope my sister will forgive me, but Finn and I won’t be returning to her wedding.
The moment I shared my past, a weight was lifted.
I could finally see clear for the first time in forever.
I’m fucking in love with Finn McGowen. I love him with my whole heart, and there’s not one single thing in this world stopping us from being together.
By the time we get back to the cottage he’s renting, our energy is more combustible than our first time together.
My desire for him is no longer just scratching an itch or having a good time.
My need is carnal and beyond anything I’ve ever experienced.
My heart feels like it might burst out of my chest, knowing his need matches mine.
He loves me.
Finn fucking loves me.
How did I not see this earlier?
For weeks, he’s shown me with his actions, but to hear the words with my whole heart open to being loved takes everything to an entirely new level.
Finn feels like he was made for me. Like he somehow gets me on a deeper level than Sloane, if that’s even possible.
I know without a doubt he’ll never seek to replace her.
He simply needs to share his life with me and make me his in every way.
Within seconds of entering his bedroom, our clothes are strewn across the floor as we fervently kiss our way to his bed.
Lips, teeth, and tongues explore each other’s bodies as we move.
My soul’s on fire. Not only am I burning from the inside out, I swear, I need him more than my next breath.
Through every kiss, every caress, and the words he speaks, I know without a doubt this man loves me, he cherishes me, and above all, his goal in life is to worship me in every way possible.
We fervently crash onto the bed with him above me.
His body settles between my legs. As he runs a finger through my dripping-wet sex, I pant, “Please, Finn. I need you fast and hard. We can do slow and sensual later, but I’ve waited too long to feel you inside me. I don’t want to wait another minute.”
“Are you sure you’re ready for that?” he asks, dipping a finger into my tight channel, then sliding it out and swirling along my slick heat as he travels up and around my clit. I’m so ready for him, I might incinerate on the spot. He’s fucking killing me in the best possible way.
“Fuck…” I moan in desperation as he repeats this move, one, two, three more times.
I can’t fucking think, let alone form words. “Please, Finn. Let me feel your thick hard cock pounding into me. Stop teasing.”
When he pulls back, I plead in desperation, “Where are you going?”
“Condom,” he says, reaching for his bedside table. Hearing that foil rip is the sweetest relief I’ve ever known.
As soon as it’s secure, that jerk runs his cock through my folds, then circles my clit, mimicking the way his fingers did before.
I let out a strangled cry, hoping he’ll stop teasing and plunge into me so deep, I’ll feel him for days.
“You like this, Raven?” he teases in the sexiest tone, as he strokes me once more. “You want my long, thick cock inside this tight, wet pussy?”
Nodding profusely as he pinches my nipple, I manage an “Uh… huh.” I claw at his hips, urging him on.
Again, he slips just a little inside me, and I revel at his thickness, only to have him pull out and trace my seam with his cock and circle my clit once more.
“Please, Finnnnnn…” I draw out, needing relief. “Fuck, that feels so good… Please… I need…” I’m not beyond begging. I’m already on the verge of coming, and we’ve barely even begun. “I need all of you.”
Placing his cock at my center, he pushes in once again but only part way.
When he stops, my eyes fly to his.
“You ready for me to love you like you’ve never been loved before?” He inches in a little further then says, “You ready for me to show you just how much you mean to me?”
His words alone have me teetering on the edge for a release.
I’m so fucking close to the edge of ecstasy, it’s taking everything in my power not to close my eyes and freefall over the edge. He feels so fucking good.
“I love you, Finn. Please make love to me,” I pant, then wrap my legs around his upper thighs, pulling him close.
With my fingers digging into his ass, I pull him even closer and beg, “Love me. Fuck me. Make me come the way only you know how. I’ve never felt this way with anyone, and I’ve waited way too long to finally admit my feelings for you.
I’ve missed you more than you could possibly know. ”
“I fuckin’ love it when you talk like that, sweetness.” Plunging deep, he pistons in and out, taking me higher and higher. Squeezing my legs around his, I hold on for as long as I can before my spine tingles, and my eyes squeeze shut.
The sounds we make are beyond words as I trip over the edge and plummet into a state of euphoria I’ve only heard of. Wave after wave of pleasure rips through me, and I swear I dislocate from my body and float in the sky above us as he stills and empties himself into me.
The last words I remember before leaving this world are, “You’ve ruined me for all others.”